*Micheal look at Phily, nod. Move attention to Annie* How are you Miss?
*But before Annie could even answer, Micheal contiune speaking*
New, you ask, mate? *Chukels*
Well, I heard one rumor...
*Take glass of beer, and drink half*
Large shipment of Queen gold is leaving this week Graves station. It is not heavly guarded, just light escort.
I was thinking, do we want die rich. What do you say chaps, and..erm *Look at Annie* Miss?